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... to hail two cabs. We got them considerably quickly and Orson explained to both cabbies we had now 15 minutes to our train, and that we probably wouldn't be able to get another train for several days. Me, you and Sophie were in one can together and the others in the cab in front. All I can recall from the cab ride is an insane sense of dread and deliriously thinkin of what we'd do instead of going to Portugal (Seville? Grenada?). As soon as we stopped at the station (a ...
... hear the dancers breathing and their bobby pins fly off and hit you in chest (no kidding). It definitely helped make the experience that much better. We had never seen Flamenco before, therefore had little expectation for what we were about to see, but in the end we loved it. Especially Monica. At the end of the show, she got to take a picture with both dancers which was definitely one of her highlights thus far. In a nutshell, Flamenco dancing and folk ...
... twice before trusting us again… Oops J We made a new Spanish friend
in our yoga class- Blaca. We talked in Spanish with her for a solid 20 minuets
and have organized to go to another class with her next week. Me and Tamar were
both so excited to make a Spanish friend who we could practice our Spanish with,
it was exactly what we needed. On the way home it started pouring rain again
and we made a run for it, still getting soaking wet. When we got home ...
It was an IES guided tour to the Royal Palace today.
I honestly did not know what to expect going into the palace since the images I had of European palaces were mainly those of France and Italy.
The outside was pretty majestic and big and everything but the inside was more than anything that I had ...
... and tables occupied, littered with empty glasses and plates, but how to: 1. Get a seat 2. Get served.
We went back to the plaza, wanting to join in, milled a bit and then steamed up to an incongruously Indian place, grabbed a table, went inside, where little interest was shown, and ordered beers (it seemed to be the thing). "Do you want a bucket?" I'm asked. I think ... Is he taking the ****, implying I want a lot? I observe buckets with ice and six stubbies ...